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Written for Stickers; Magical Creatures; Niffler - Write about someone taking something that doesn't belong to them
Wordcount Without AN - 300
The Road Home
Ron snatched the wands from the idiot's hands, stumbling back. He tried to apparate away immediately, but he was grabbed from behind. He fought wildly against the grip, freeing himself. Running, he managed to hid himself behind a tree.
He could hear his attackers coming up behind him, and taking deep breaths, he set off moving once more, darting between whatever shelter he could find. He might have got his own wand and one of their wands, but two of them were still carrying.
Idiots though they were, three against one weren't really odds he wanted to test out, but he also knew that while he was short of breath and his attention split, apparating out was a terrible idea. He'd tried splinching and hadn't particularly enjoyed it the first time - and that was with Hermione to look after him.
Thoughts of Hermione and Harry hurt his chest, and he tried to put them out of his mind as he concentrated on the people following him.
He could hear them arguing over where he'd gone and couldn't stop himself from rolling his eyes.
Idiots.
He looked out from his temporary hiding place and saw them standing a little bit away from him, all with their backs to him. He'd have to chance it, he couldn't just wait here and hope that they'd give up.
Darting out once more, he legged it as fast as he could, putting as much distance between them as possible. When he was finally out of range, he leant back against a wall. Stashing the spare wand into his bag, he centred himself and pulled out the deluminator.
As the ball of light hit his chest once more, he hoped with everything in him that this would finally be the time that he found his friends.